Page 125 of Filthy Little Regrets

“I won’t.”

Her lips press into a thin line. “We’ll see.”

A hard line embeds itself across my forehead. Bianca grabs her purse and quickly glances around, checking every corner before moving. Concern swirls inside of me. Something isn’t right. It’s probably not my place to pry. She’s my doctor. I’m her patient.

“Dr. Greco?”

She pauses at the door. “Yeah?”

“What did he tell you?”

“He’d kill me if I hurt you.” She twists her lips at my answering smile, shakes her head, and leaves the apartment, casting Mace a withering glare.

Mace slips in before the door shuts. “What did she say?”

“She thinks she needs to rescue me and that you’re a terrible human being. Actually, she said all made men are.”

He releases a breath, half-turning toward the door like he might go after her, but then he shakes his head.

Okay. That’s fucking weird. “What’s going on?”

“The Marinos hate the Greco family. That is the boss’s wife.”

“I’m sorry. What?”

“Enzo Greco is the boss. Vito hates him, and Bianca was a bargaining chip and given to the wrong family.”

“Given?” I growl, slamming my cup down. “What does that mean?”

“You know what it means,” Mace says softly. “Like my dad wants to do with my sisters, Bianca’s dad traded her to a man twice her age for power. Now her dad is the Marino underboss, and her husband, Enzo, is a piece of shit.”

I can only guess at what Mace is implying, and I’m too afraid to ask. Bianca dedicates her life to helping people...but who is helping her? My lip curls. “That’s disgusting.”

“One hundred percent.”

“We have to help her.”

Mace grabs my waist and pulls me close. “Baby, I love that heart of yours, but this is the mafia we’re talking about. We help her leave one family, she’ll end up with another, and someone will retaliate against us.”

My heart aches, throat dry at the thought of leaving her in a situation she’s clearly not happy in. He’s right, though. What can we do?

“About the FBI,” Mace says. “I have an idea.”

thirty-four

CASSIA

Sneaking around Mace’s parents’ house is...weird, but we already searched the office while Darius was out at some business meeting. Mace went into town to run interference, keeping his dad preoccupied while I dig through the office, Darius’s personal safes, searching for any incriminating evidence.

Mace found a transaction in his dad’s bank account that raised some red flags. Darius purchased a large shipping line. Neither of us knows why Rex Technologies would need one. So, here I am, digging through Darius’s home office. There are benefits to Mace being a tech wizard and CTO of Rex. He knows how to bypass the various security mechanisms.

After a whole lot of frantic reading and searching, I leave the desk how I found it, and as quietly as I can, I head to the primary suite, checking for any of the staff, but Mace said only the cleaning staff was in today. Still, the possibility of being caught sends my pulse into a frenzy.

With blood rushing through my ears in a dull roar, Iquickly dip inside Darius and Elaine’s room, shutting the door and leaning against it. I take a steadying breath and glance around. The safe is in the walk-in closet. A light on the camera in the corner blinks, but Mace assured me he disabled them.

My phone buzzes, and I tug it out of my pocket.

MACE

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